Saturday Morning
The banging of car doors stirred John from his sleep, a sleep that had taken an age to come. He had sat on the bed waiting for the door to the room to open. In one instance it was Jayne coming to replace her battery companion with the real thing in another instance it was Paul coming in with a meat cleaver to remove john of his own little companion. He had finally fallen to sleep just as the sun had begun to lighten the horizon. He now lay there half asleep listening to the many voices that were filling the hallway and felt a weight lifting from him, with so many people about he could take his mind off yesterday and concentrate on the party.
The kitchen was alive with noise, four children ran in and out of the open French doors while their parents stood drinking large cups of coffee. "Morning sleepy head," Said Holly, Michelle's younger sister and quickly poured him a cup of coffee. Her husband Dave stood chatting to Michelle's brother Owen about football while Owen's wife Petra stared at the children a look of mild worry etched on her features. He greeted each one warmly and managed to stop the children long enough to get an hello or two before they were off again.
Paul walked in looking worse for wear a heavy bathrobe tied round his tiny frame, "Rough night dad?" Owen asked. Paul nodded and cracked a smile that seemed to cause him some considerable agony, the joys of a hangover. He grabbed the glass bowl of coffee and poured one with shaky hands. Owen popped his head out of the French doors and called out, "Mom! Dad and John are finally up."
Jayne walked in from the garden, face flushed and a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead one child tucked under her arm. This morning she wore a front buttoned blue summer dress that reached her ankles. She lowered the child to the ground who immediately screamed and charged back outside after his siblings. "Well it is about time, we were thinking of calling the mortuary to have you both carted away before you stunk up my house." Her eyes lingered on John for longer than he expected, his heart raced into his throat, he had convinced himself that he had gotten away with last night's visit now he was less certain. Jayne blinked and turned to her husband complaining at him once again about his drinking.
John splashed cold water onto his face, when he looked up from the sink he was met with his own pale reflection in the bathroom mirror. The voices of the family downstairs were blissfully muffled in the tiled room and it gave John the chance to gather his thoughts, which really consisted of one, 'I am screwed.' It repeated in his head like a Buddhist mantra over and over. The tap at the door was barely audible, John flushed the toilet and unlocked the door and opened it, "Sorry, I hope I did not keep you waiting long." His false smile dropped from his face the moment he saw Jayne leaning back on the bannister, she stood up and gently pushed him back into the bathroom closing the door behind her with a kick of her foot.
Jayne waggled her finger in front of her face, "You have been a naughty boy John." John shook his head slowly and Jayne narrowed her eyes, "How long were you at the door?" She asked. John gave no reply, "What did you see?" Again no reply just another slow shake of his head. From a pocket on the dress Jayne pulled out her mobile phone. "I wonder what Michelle would make of this picture, or how about Holly downstairs," Jayne smiled wickedly, "I am sure we would get an instant reaction from her."
"I didn't see anything," John blurted out. "Well, that is to say I saw your foot," Jayne waggled her phone in front of John, the static image of himself almost a blur with the movement. "Honest, that is it nothing else, Paul coughed and I ran."
Jayne held the phone still and looked at John for what seemed an age before slowly lowering the phone. "Were you disappointed you did not see more?" She asked, John swallowed hard and nodded his head barley moving it. Jayne reached down and taking the hem of her dress in both hands lifted it up revealing a red pair of knickers, a mound of hair just visible through the floral stitching on the front. "Do you want to see more?" She asked and John nodded.
Jayne pulled at the buttons on the dress they gave way from the hem to her waist, leaving her ample top half still covered. She let one side of the dress go while she raised her right leg and rested it on the white porcelain bath tub. Her sneakered foot curled slightly on the tub holding her in place. She ran one hand along her right leg from the knee to her inner thigh then over the front of her knickers. Her hand cupped her sex and she began to push down and rotate on her hand.
John stared with incomprehension at what he was seeing. He was excited and terrified all at the same time, it was a sight he had only ever fantasised about late at night but now it was real and he wanted to run and to stay all at the same time. Jayne's breathing became heavier, her eyelids fluttered and she leaned her head back all the while her hand worked away between her legs. She moved her hand letting John see the damp patch that was forming, he reached out with his own trembling hand and she batted it away. "Ah, ah, ah no touching." She said with a smile.
Jayne hooked two fingers under the seams of the knickers and pulled them up and over to one side revealing her hairy mound her labia puffy and wet clearly visible with her legs parted. She moved her hand into place, running a finger from her clitoris, between her labia and back up again a shudder travelling over her body and a small gasp escaping her lips. John inched closer catching the scent of Jayne's sex the sound of her hand travelling over her hairy bush in his ears, he had to know what it felt like, what it tasted like and he licked at his dry lips. Jayne was lost in her own world, head flung back and her black hair trailing behind her as one finger disappeared into her.
By now Jayne's breathing was a ragged song of gasps and groans, her raised right leg shook uncontrollably her free hand groped at her covered breasts while her other hand, a slick mess of her juices worked mercilessly at her pussy. John's cock begged to be released, begged to feel the tug of Jayne's labia as they helped it glide into her hot centre. Jayne's breathing came quicker, "Fuck!" she exclaimed husky and high pitched, her fingers worked quicker and soon were almost dripping in her juices, "Fuck!" she moaned as her whole body now shook, her hand stopped working her pussy and she ground down on it, her right leg gave way finally on the bath tub and she stood there back arched as her orgasm worked its way through her.